she says that my words are like tiny bricks
more like poetry than pickup sticks
hiding knees and scraped up toes
hanging over the window
my sandbox has got room for more
even when the sky's about to pour
a salty lick, we're up all night
that spongey kick...
turns the tide
i never wanted to go
(oh no...)
she took me under
her fancy--
clouds are my friends when I've been on drugs
moss is the place that i know and love
a bridge that meets the garden wall
ancient oak trees a hundred feet tall
i'm movin from the city now to somewhere different
glidin' down towards the cold pacific
the spooky sounds of the bugs n the darkness
the first time i drank was in a park like this
i wanted to go
she took me under..
her fancy clothes
This is a fab album. There are strong echoes of UK psych and sunshine pop - the songwriting and vocals remind me of the bands associated with John Pantry - high praise indeed (do grab a copy of 'the Upsidedown World of... if you haven't heard it). The Zombies and the Kinks are in there too, as well as more recent bands like Green Pajamas. The band keep it simple, which is a bonus with a psych-inflected album - they let the wonderful songwriting shine through. Buy this, pop pickers!
Nigel Spencer
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023